I hope to somehow be able to use that taunt genuinely someday.
And I told her! About ten years ago I was barely recovering from the flu, and was watching one of her (better) stand-up specials on TV. Laughed so hard I threw up.
A year or so later I was talking to one of my Many Hollywood Friends on the phone when he said, “wait a minute, Paula Poundstone just walked in.” I said, “oooh, tell her she once made me laugh so hard I threw up!” He did, and I heard her say, “ummm, thanks, I guess . . .”
I don’t think I should be helping you in this objective.
Nevertheless you could put together a way to make several airline passengers vomit using:
- a prepared salad including mayonnaise and carrots
- an airline sickbag and spoon
- some bad acting
I prefer my best moment in teaching - when I made a pupil sipping a soft drink laugh so much that the cola came out of his nose…:eek:
She’s dumb, then. She missed the opportunity to say “Ha, ha! Made you throw up!”. The opportunity I hope to have someday.
And as a disclaimer, I’m not planning on going by the methods those guys in those wierd pornos go by. The ones where the guy is pumping some girl’s face as hard as he can until she thows up all over his whatnot. Then he seems to get off on that: “Aw! Yeah baby!”. Who watches that stuff (geniunely, that is)?
I used to delight in making a girl at lunch pick her nose. I’d look at it and make a motion like she needed to clean it and then keep staring at it during conversations. Had her convinced something verdant was making a break for it. I can only lust though at the ability to make someone vomit.
I made my brother throw up when he was twelve by pushing him too fast and too long on a tire swing. Alas, I did not taunt him as I felt too guilty.
I made someone throw up once. Unfortunately, it was in a small airplane, and she was sitting next to me. I really shouldn’t have been maneuvering quite so aggressively, but she kept indicating that she wanted me to.
The pleasure of being able to say “I made you throw up” is somewhat reduced when your own clothes fall victim to the spray, and when you have to sit there for ten more minutes to get to an airport and get out of the plane.
Then there was the whole cleanup issue…
Ha! I made someone laugh, fart and sneeze at the same time! Well, I won’t take credit for the sneeze part actually, but I made a cow-orker laugh with some stupid joke (I think it was the “nacho cheese” joke). Anyway, he was SO embarrassed, having cut a dense, smelly fart in female company, not to mention a swinging string of snot hanging from his nose! haha! really!
Yes, I’m 40 years old
West Georgia College, 1979
“Wed Spag Spec” was on the marquee of a little restaurant (long out of business) on Maple Street which runs in front of WGC.
On Wednesday nights, one could eat as much spaghetti as one could hold, and there was usually a crowd as it was really cheap eatin’.
All my buds had lab that night and I didn’t wanna go alone, so I asked one of our female friends if she wanted to go eat and have a few beers. She agreed.
Janie was overweight and very ashamed of it, but none of us gave a shit. She was a beautiful girl (Yeah, I said girl! Get over it! :D), with a great sense of humor and we just loved her.
What we didn’t like was her obsessing over her weight! It just didn’t frickin’ matter, okay?
Well the discussion turned to weight of course, and I thought to myself, “Oh shit. Here we go!” 
I listened to her for a while, then I told her that if she were serious about losing weight, I could help.
“You’ll need to swallow a live tapeworm (No such thing. It only “lives” in the intestinal tract), and then whatever you eat won’t matter, because the worm will take care of it! I have one in Bio lab. Let’s go!”
As I was speaking, she had a string of spaghetti dangling from her fork. She quickly excused herself, and when she came out of the bathroom, I felt like a real bastard, but I mean damn! We loved her despite her weight! We were just so tired of hearing her make it the topic of conversation all the time.
I think of her from time to time, and I’m sorry we lost touch. There were a few of us in pre-med at WGC. I didn’t make it, but I hope she did. She’d be a wonderful doc.
Sorry Janie!
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Did you forget the [sup]TM[/sup]?
I’m dying here, lieu! 
What is so hilarious is not so much what happened, but your description of it!
God, buddy! If we ever do get to drink that beer together, I’m betting a lot of it will wind up on our faces rather than in our bellies!
“…something verdant was making a break for it.”
Is there any orifice you haven’t er… “explored”?
If you make Mrs. Lieu laugh as much as you do your buds here, y’all have got to have a great marriage!
Thanks!
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Quasimodem, my sister went to WGC, graduated in about 87 I think.